Somewhere in the distant future, there was a young girl of six, who sat in a very large chrome room waiting. Just waiting. She sat there wearing a Victorian blue clothed dress, with long blond hair that cascaded down her back, reaching to her hip in waves and touching her dress's bow. Her bangs were swept aside by a neat little black hair pin. Her arms were folded sweetly together and in her tiny hands was a small black remote.
Alice was the young girl's name, and she rather liked for it to stay that way.
In front of her, on a wooden table completely out of place, was a heap of metal. Some pieces were shaped like hands or feet, but they were all connected to one another. She smiled and commanded for it to dance.
Alice pressed down hard on one of the remote's many keys. The metal in front of her began to stagger. First, its arms bent, as its hands moved to push it upward off of the table. Then, it used its feet to push the rest of itself up. It always amazed her how science and technology helped create such a being, or machinery as this.
Once, it had the correct footing, it began to stiffly dance. Its metallic arms slowly maneuvered up and down with only, but a soft creaking. The same sound came from the legs, as it walked in small circles around the table's surface. Alice giggled, as a fond smile graced her lips. She knew that she would and forever, always be in love with her friend. When she was four, she dubbed his sex as male and it was him of whom she had lovingly called, Pinocchio.
Silently she watched it, until it finally stopped moving. The halt of movement reminded her that she was real, but he wasn't. Saddened by the thought, her once happy smile grew into a little grimace. A few small tears threatened to fall, but Alice was determined not to cry. She would not cry in front of her love. She composedly patted her dress down and swallowed hard. Trying her best not to cry, she pressed the button labeled 'play'.
A tracking device from its inside beeped once, twice. The metal body moved towards the remote, which emitted its signal. With each step, Alice grew more dread inside her. Now in front of the girl it stops standing strait and tall. She slowly slid off of the wooden stool she had been sitting on. A single tear broke through her tough barrier, as she hit the button labeled 'hug'.
The robot gradually brought its cool arms around Alice's body. Its arms were lingering around her longer than the toy's usual time limit. Her arms went limp and dropped at her sides. She dropped the remote.
Somewhere in little Alice's heart, she knew that her Pinocchio was real. She knew that one day, he could speak, for she had no button on any remote for it. She also knew that he, one day, would be able to move and think on his own, and would someday have feelings and love her when came the time.